Everyone tells you to take it step by step
but they’ve never done it themselves.
Do you know how hard it is to focus on this one step
knowing that it will be followed by another, and then another?
They bleed together, the motion is automatic,
relegated to the part of the brain that keeps ticking without you
and you’re free to think of other things.
The way your foot hits flat on pavement reminds you to get
a better running shoe, and that reminds you to check out
that store you ran past one time, and that reminds you
of the old neighborhood with those great restaurants you miss.
Then, if you’re like me, you’re reminded of your gut
and the fact that you’re braving sunset and cold and judgemental looks
to lose it. The steps don’t matter themselves,
they’re just a means.
The end is what we’re conditioned to think about,
the next big thing, the connections we’ve made from now
to then to what will be.
Every step is the movement from one place to another,
and our journey is nothing without a place to come from or a place to go.
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